May ev'ry care on earth thou'st known,Be now repaid by heav'nly love;And may we meet, when life is flown,In realms of bliss above.Yet still the tear for thee must flow,The kindred muse ne'er cease to mourn;In soften'd strains of unfeign'd woe,Oh, PERFECT! o'er thy urn.June 26, 1809.